My teaser wheel crashed and burned last week, resulting in an ugly 0-16 run.
This mandates a double up on the teaser wheel this week, in order to ensure a profit.
However, I don’t see many games which fit the classic mold of the teaser, which is picking up the key betting numbers (3, 4, 6, 7). Many of this week’s games do appear to be quite competitive, which should produce lots of middles so long as we can correctly identify the best hub team.
Last week, the teaser wheel spun off course, losing a small amount (-$180). This was highly unusual for the hub team (Green Bay) to win and cover, while the remainder of my teams failed to win enough to produce a profit. In the numerous times I’ve used the teaser wheel over the years, I don’t ever recall losing money any single week — unless the hub team failed to cover. Last weekend’s array of lopsided games killed the entire purpose of betting the teaser wheel, which is to try and middle as many games as possible in a league of parity. Instead, I mistakenly picked several teams which posted terrible performances (Miami, New Orleans, Carolina, Buffalo, Philadelphia, etc.) failed to show up and play competitive games.
Nonetheless, I’m still ahead for the season as we enter the final month of the season.
I might be the shittiest handicapper in the universe. Seriously.
Still, I’ve posted enough point spread/teaser wheel winners to be a whopping 11.2 percent ahead of the season. Stuff that in your Christmas stocking, my friends. While your 401 K gathers micro dust, I’m pumping out pure profit almost every week. But hey, as you all know — I’ve been doing this for quite a while. I know — you’re jealous.
Here’s another thought: For you fuckers who faded me (you should see the e-mails I get on this after an occasional bad week), what in the hell are you going to do for the holidays? You must be broke, by now. You poor things. One would think you’d have learned your lesson since fading me would have produced just one winning season over the past five seasons. Fade me on every pick I’ve posted since I started doing this back in 2012 and you’d be stuck about 75 grand right now. Seventy-five g’s. Poor fuckers. Fade away.
Something absolutely has to be done about NFL officiating.
Sure, referees get blamed far too often for the outcome of games. However, last week’s debacle in the Houston-Oakland game played on Monday night was as blatant an example of incompetence in officiating as I’ve ever witnessed.
Over this past weekend, this brave young feline rushed into a burning apartment building here in Las Vegas and pulled several families out of the flames. Unfazed by danger, the cat dove directly into the fire and removed an undisclosed number of men, women, children, and other animals from the blaze.
Since his residence has been destroyed and family can’t be located, this hero cat now needs to find a good home and a loving family who will adopt him.
Okay, on a more serious note….the burning building cat rescue story didn’t really happen. He’s not really a hero, but he very well could be. Let him rescue you with lots of love and affection.
My teaser wheel suffered what you might call a “temporary setback” last week. The New England Patriots shit all over the bed, thus negating what would otherwise have been a monster 11-2 week.
Fortunately, I have my contingency strategy in play — the martingale system — which is about to kick in. My martingale system will not only recoup last week’s losses, but it will also generate the profit we should have won before the Patriots got the call for Roger Goodell and decided to screw me.
About the only affirmative thing that can be said for Austin’s Steakhouse is — they’re consistent. From start to finish, every last detail about our most recent visit and meal was bad. Shockingly awful. I’ll address these numerous shortfalls of what’s considered the premier restaurant located inside the Texas Station Casino in this blistering review:
One of the perks of betting lots of sports is generating a large amount of free casino comp dollars.
Over the past eight months, Marieta and I have been afforded the unique opportunity to pretty much wolf our way through the entire menu of dining options at the various Stations-owned casinos, located around town. This includes a couple of dozen quite good restaurants scattered throughout the Las Vegas valley — inside Red Rock, Green Valley Ranch, Palace Station, Santa Fe, Fiesta Henderson, Fiesta Rancho, Sunset Station, and most recently, The Palms (which Stations recently acquired).
I first saw Leon Russell in 1972. He appeared in a movie.
Just months before, ex-Beatle George Harrison had organized the first-ever rock n’ roll charity benefit concert. The all-star gala was held at Madison Square Garden in New York City and featured a virtual “who’s who” of 1970’s pop scene. George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Eric Clapton, Billy Preston, even Bob Dylan showed up after a long self-imposed hiatus, making his first live concert appearance in five years.
But the unlikely star of the evening, who ended up stealing a show, tuned out to be the pianist — a tall and lankly, stringy-haired, graveyard-voiced punch-the-time clock session player named Leon Russell.
Most of us had never heard the name Leon Russell until that epic concert. Later, the Concert for Bangladesh was wrapped up and packaged into a 3-hour mega-movie and also released as a triple-album, unheard of in that time. [The Concert for Bangladesh is a remarkable story in its own — read more HERE].
Gators and Mosquitoes swimming in the New Trumpington: The president-elect isn’t “draining the swamp” — it’s about to get bigger and far more dangerous
Donald Trump was elected on Tuesday based on a quite powerful but simple pledge that resonated with millions of Americas: “I’ll drain the swamp in Washington, D.C.,” he said.
Sounds good. Even many of those who voted for someone other than Trump, or didn’t bother to vote at all, would likely agree with this fashionable conviction that our federal government all too often doesn’t represent our interests.
What does is mean to “drain the swamp?” One assumes that an incoming Trump Administration could spell the end of powerful special interests, swindling lobbyists, the corrupting influence of big money in politics, and the troublesome practices of jaded jackals and legal leeches who have collectively and quite willingly transformed the shrine a people’s democracy into — not a place of patriotism and pride — but a justifiable target of our mass anger and ire.
Yet, only days after getting elected, early signs indicate the D.C. swamp isn’t about to get any smaller. To the contrary, the murky political waters of infested Washington are about to become much larger and far more dangerous.
Consider if you will the reaction of financial markets, which are perhaps the truest (impartial) barometer on the real presumptive winners and losers in Washington the New Trumpington. Wednesday and Thursday, two days following the election, the biggest stock gains were posted by the following:
— Private prison companies
— Defense contractors
— Pharmaceutical companies
— For-profit colleges
— Financial speculators / Wall Street investment houses
Translated, this means the same scumbags who currently profit off the incarceration of millions (of mostly non-violent drug offenders), the military and intelligence industry (which has fearmongered us into a permanent state of global war), the fat cat financial barons (who produced the worst economic collapse since the Great Depression just a few years ago), the big drug companies (who gouge Americans on the price of medications charging double and triple the prices in other countries), and the scam-ridden diploma mills (like scandal-plagued and now defunct Trump University) appear to be the biggest winners from Tuesday night’s stunning electoral fallout.
So, what does this all mean for the rest of us?
The New Trumpington looks to be a frightening place. Even if we give Donald Trump an extraordinary degree of benefit of the doubt and if we were to assume that he earnestly means what he says about cleaning up the mess, his transition team and many of the names now being floated for top cabinet positions is a clique of buttressed beltway insiders with glaring conflicts of interest, ties to troubling institutions that have failed us, and burned-out former politicians who are desperately looking for one final government gig before they tumble into the grave (Rudy Guiliani, please pick up the white courtesy phone).
The Trump inner circle includes someone named Ken Blackwell, who is reportedly going to head the president-elect’s transition team on all matters of domestic policy. For those unfamiliar with Blackwell, he’s a senior fellow at the notoriously right-wing religious organization known as the Family Research Council — which is infamous for opposing gay rights and protections, promoting Bible-based creationism being taught in public schools, opposing all forms of gambling, and working tenaciously to oppose women’s reproductive rights (not just in the U.S., but even in overpopulated nations plagued with starvation). Read more HERE.
Myton Ebell is being pegged as the primary counsel to the incoming president on environmental matters. Trouble is, he’s an avowed denier of global climate change. Read more about Ebell, his past statements, and what his role could mean for the rights of animals, the stewardship of out environment, and the future of the planet in this article from Scientific American.
Wait, there’s more terrible news for the environment. Republican hired gun Mike McKenna has been hand-picked for a key role on Trump’s transition team, and what’s likely to be a cushy future political appointment. According to public disclosures, in 2016 McKenna’s clients as a D.C. lobbyist included the Koch Companies (yeah, those Koch Brothers), Southern Company Services, Dow Chemical, and Competitive Power Ventures Inc.
But that’s not even the worst of it, yet. It’s been reported that Sarah Palin, the half-term, half-wit former governor of “Drill Baby Drill” infamy, is being trial-ballooned as the next Secretary of the Interior. Gulp! This isn’t some sick Saturday Night Live skit, folks. There exists the very real possibility that the nation’s most coveted natural treasures will soon be put into the hands of someone who’s completely clueless on matters of the environment who’s willing and eager to plunder the nation’s public lands off to the highest bidder.
So far, I’ve just scratched the surface on the environmental impacts of what a Trump presidency will mean. You can be absolutely certain that a similar level of scrambling behind the scenes is taking place in secret circles dead set on digging their fangs into health care, finance and investment, the criminal justice system, national defense, and other vital institutions both public and private which impact our lives on a daily basis.
The swamp creatures are here. They’ve not only arrived. They’ve been here inside the Beltway, all along. Swamp Thing is real. Rudy Giuliani, Chris Christie, and Newt Gingrich are lurking, waiting for their phone calls. Indeed, there’s a very good chance that one or more of these scandal-plagued cretins gets picked for a top spot in the Trump Cabinet.
Has the water gotten any lower in the swamp, yet?
Welcome to the new Trumpington, which sounds a whole helluva’ lot like the old Washington of eight years ago.